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I saidRockin, rollin, swaggin to the maxMy bitch a fashion killa, she be busy poppin tagsShe got a lot of Prada, that Dolce & GabbanaI can’t forget Escada and that BalenciagaI’m sippin purple syrup, come be my Aunt JemimaAnd if you is a rider, we go shoppin like mananaHer attitude Rihanna, she get it from her mamaShe jiggy like Madonna, but she trippy like NirvanaCuz everything designer, her jeans is Helmut LangShoes is Alexandra Wang, and her shirt the newest DonnaKaran, wearin all the Cartier framesJean-Paul Gaultier’s cuz they match with her persona

Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a trendy nigga

I said her pistol gold (her pistol gold)Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a jiggy nigga

I said see your Jill Sanders, Oliver PeoplesCostume national, your Ann DemeulemeesterSee Visvim be the sneaker, Lanvin or BalmainGoyard by the trunks, her Isabel MarontI love your Linda Farrow, I adore your DiorYour Damir Doma, Vena Cava from the storeI crash down with that top downBoss, see how I ride aroundMami in that Tom Ford, Papi in that Thom BrowneRick Owens, Raf Simmons, boy she got it by the stockShe ball until she fall that mean she shop until she dropAnd Versace got a lot, but she may never wear itBut she save it so our babies will be flyer than their parents

Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a trendy nigga

I said her pistol gold (her pistol gold)Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a jiggy nigga

I said her pistol gold

Scoop back tees, breeze in the coupeSmilin is your treasure you're so well put togetherI see bags and rings, jeans and shoesSpikes and patent leathers with the fabrics makes you differentYou and me, me and youGo away together, we could get away foreverAll emotions clashin thrashin someone turned the light outI met my baby, stretched my passion, on my fashion night out

Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a trendy nigga

I said her pistol gold (her pistol gold)Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a jiggy nigga